Radka Thea Otípková

  MY FATHER, AGED FORTY, FLYING A KITE. ALONE   The line! Keep it taut, he shouted to no one, and ran upwind, his arms...
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Radka Thea Otípková

In the end his body puked him out / as if it were only a stomach / and a mouth. It didn’t let him / just slip away.

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